Chapter 219: The Gate of All Living Things, the Whereabouts of Songhe

Greece.

The heart of the Titan Mountains.

"Success! Finally succeeded!"

Su Lu stood proudly on the top of the mountain, his wild laughter echoing among the mountains.

In front of him, a golden Titan was kneeling and bowing his head, with the dazzling sun god ring circulating above its head, emitting a suffocating pressure.

This ancient god-like giant beast now lowered its noble head to humans.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lu, for getting what he wanted." Xizhe bowed, his voice filled with undisguised excitement.

Su Lu's confidants stood all around. Although they paid a heavy price to subdue this emperor-level Titan.

But at this moment, there was no trace of sadness on anyone's face, instead there was an almost insane piety.

There was a flame of ambition burning in their eyes, as if they had foreseen that under Su Lu's leadership, they would overthrow the order of the Holy City and ascend to the pinnacle of power.

The mountain wind howled, blowing Su Lu's robes up. He stared at the surrendered Titan, a smug sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he seemed to have touched the supreme authority.

"It's time to change the president of the Asian Magic Association!"

…

After Wang Feng defeated Khufu's army, he did not come into contact with Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan and others.

After the battlefield was cleared, he withdrew his army and quietly left Beiyuan and returned to Feiniao City.

Although his identity was already known to some people, seeing that he had no intention of making it public, all parties tacitly chose to keep silent.

The people of Beiyuan only know that the one who saved them is a sixteen-winged angel of glory!

…

Asuka City.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky amber, and the sea breeze carried a faint salty smell and blew across the coastal promenade.

Leng Qing wore a dark-colored cheongsam, the hem of her skirt swaying slightly with her light steps, outlining a graceful silhouette in the sunset.

She walked side by side with Wang Feng, her high heels making crisp sounds on the wooden plank road.

"It's a good thing you're here this time," Leng Qing said softly, looking at the calm sea again. "Otherwise, I'm afraid no one in Beiyuan would be spared."

Wang Feng put his hands in his pockets, and the cuffs of his shirt were slightly bulged by the sea breeze.

A playful smile appeared on his lips: "It's just a piece of cake. How dare a mere Egyptian undead invade my Chinese land?"

After a pause, he added mischievously, "Of course, Senior Sister Leng Qing, if you want to reward me, that's fine."

Leng Qing tied up her black hair that was messed up by the sea breeze, and the jade pendant on her earlobe shone with a warm luster in the sunset.

She turned her head, her eyes moving: "So what reward do you want?"

Wang Feng stopped and stared at Leng Qing's beautiful face with burning eyes.

He licked his dry lips and said in a low voice: "I want you."

Leng Qing heard this, and a heart-warming smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Junior brother, you are such a scumbag."

"How can this be considered scum?" Wang Feng said seriously, "I just want to give every good girl a warm haven. Besides, you have always been my goal, Senior Sister."

Leng Qing rolled her eyes at him unhappily and poked his chest with her delicate jade finger: "Would you like to count how many girls you have ruined?"

Wang Feng was suddenly speechless and touched his nose.

If you really count the number, it's really hard to say.

"But~"

Leng Qing suddenly changed the subject, put his hands behind his back, and leaned forward slightly.

The setting sun gilded her delicate profile, and she smiled an intoxicatingly sweet smile: "Senior Sister, I just like scumbags like you."

…

Three days later.

Wang's Manor.

Leng Qing returned to the Trial Chamber and began to deal with Leng Jue, who was captured alive by Mo Fan, and the aftermath of the Battle of Beiyuan.

Wang Feng lazily sank into the sofa, his fingertips sliding across the screen of his mobile phone, scrolling through the international news out of boredom.

Suddenly, a headline caught my eye——

"Dubai Chief Su Lu has officially taken over as President of the Asian Magic Association!"

"Oh?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Did Su Lu...find a replacement for Austin?"

While I was thinking, my phone suddenly vibrated and a familiar note popped up on the screen - "Parthenon Fox".

Wang Feng was stunned for a moment, then answered the phone, his tone teasing: "Fox?"

Asharuya's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone, but it still carried her unique laziness and charm: "Yes, it's me. There's news about Songhe, the person you're looking for."

Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low: "Where is that old guy hiding?"

"The Holy City." Asharuya snorted softly, "He traveled to many places and finally hid in the Holy City. Now he is staying with the previous generation of Michael."

"Holy City?" Wang Feng's eyes flashed coldly, and his knuckles tightened slightly. "Oh, you do know how to choose a place."

After a brief silence, his tone softened: "Thank you, Asharuya."

"Hmph!" Asharuya on the other end of the phone grumbled in dissatisfaction, "That's it? I spent so much manpower and resources, and you just said 'thank you'?"

Wang Feng chuckled softly, his voice hoarse with a hint of ambiguity: "Then... I'll come to the Parthenon to find you in a few days. Let's have a unique 'in-depth exchange'?"

"Go away! Who wants to be with you..." Asharuya's voice suddenly rose, but before she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a happy arc.

"By the way, be careful." Asha'ruiya's voice suddenly became deep. "Su Lu secretly contracted the ancient god - Apollo. Given his ambition, I'm afraid he will soon attack Asia."

Wang Feng was startled: "Ancient God?"

"It's that ten thousand year old Emperor-level Golden Titan." Asharuya explained.

"It was originally defeated by our Parthenon and sealed in the ancient temple. I don't know where Su Lu found out how to break the seal. Not only did he release Apollo, he also successfully contracted it."

(Note: The original novel says that he was killed and then resurrected, but there are only a few emperors with names, so here we will just treat him as sealed.)

"Apollo, the sun god?" Wang Feng chuckled. "Interesting. I see."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a barely audible whisper: "Then... I'll wait for you at the Parthenon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was cut off.

Wang Feng looked at the black screen of his phone, shook his head and chuckled: "This fox..."

Putting away his phone, Wang Feng's eyes flashed coldly: "Songhe, can you rest easy hiding in the Holy City?"

He was just about to get up from the sofa and go to the Holy City when Ye Chang suddenly appeared in the villa.

"Master," Ye Chang bowed slightly, "Chief Feng Zhoulong has successfully developed a fusion magic weapon. Do you want to go and check it out?"

Wang Feng was stunned, then he remembered that when he was in the National Government, he had ordered Ye Chang to use the corpse of the lowly craftsman and the concept of fusion magic to lure (cross out) Feng Zhoulong to Feiniao City.

After returning home for a few months, he had already forgotten about this matter!

"Well, let's go and take a look first." Wang Feng said lightly.

(End of this chapter)